Seriously, she's sighing over here. "Stay here, don't move." Rising again, she moves to the kitchen, preparing a bowl with soap and warm water, and a clean towel. You're gonna get magiced, Stiles.
Back at the couch, she kneels at Stiles' feet, and, carefully, rolls up his trouser legs and begins to inspect them for damage, cleaning as she went. It would do not good to get any injuries infected. She could do magic, but not that much magic. She was better with simple healing magics, rather than bone regrowth and the like.
Once his feet were dry, she carefully swept her fingers along the bruises and marks, the skin coming back healed as she went. It was a silly thing, she knew, rather intimate, even, to wash his feet. But they were dirty, there was blood, and she wanted to make sure he was safe. That seemed to be the worst of it, anyway.
Setting the bowl and towel aside, Nancy began to get Stiles settled on the couch again, urging him to lay down, to put his feet up. Thinking quick, she brought in a pillow from her bed and a large fluffy blanket and placed them accordingly. "I think sleep is best for you and me both. Try to close your eyes. And I'll see you in the morning." Softly, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek gingerly.
Morning would find her curled up in her own bed, hair a mess and a bit of last-night's makeup on.
You didn't really think she'd be a morning person, did you?
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Seriously, she's sighing over here. "Stay here, don't move." Rising again, she moves to the kitchen, preparing a bowl with soap and warm water, and a clean towel. You're gonna get magiced, Stiles.
Back at the couch, she kneels at Stiles' feet, and, carefully, rolls up his trouser legs and begins to inspect them for damage, cleaning as she went. It would do not good to get any injuries infected. She could do magic, but not that much magic. She was better with simple healing magics, rather than bone regrowth and the like.
Once his feet were dry, she carefully swept her fingers along the bruises and marks, the skin coming back healed as she went. It was a silly thing, she knew, rather intimate, even, to wash his feet. But they were dirty, there was blood, and she wanted to make sure he was safe. That seemed to be the worst of it, anyway.
Setting the bowl and towel aside, Nancy began to get Stiles settled on the couch again, urging him to lay down, to put his feet up. Thinking quick, she brought in a pillow from her bed and a large fluffy blanket and placed them accordingly. "I think sleep is best for you and me both. Try to close your eyes. And I'll see you in the morning." Softly, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek gingerly.
Morning would find her curled up in her own bed, hair a mess and a bit of last-night's makeup on.
You didn't really think she'd be a morning person, did you?